THE HAUNTED HOUSE BY ID (House Whispered in Tragedy)A Poem by E.P. RoblesIn midnight's shroud, where shadows dance so bleak, A soul didst wander, lost, no words to speak. The moon, a pale witness, cast a feeble light, Revealing a house, abandoned, clothed in night. Its ancient walls stood tall, with secrets deep, Whispers of the past, forever to keep. Through creaking door, the wanderer didst tread, A path of dread, where darkness fear didst spread. Within, a chill embraced the hollow air, An eerie silence, suffocating, unfair. The floorboards groaned beneath each cautious stride, As if the house itself in torment cried. A portrait hung, its subject gaunt and pale, Eyes void of life, its gaze a haunting tale. The wanderer's heart, consumed by growing dread, Yet onwards pressed, compelled by forces spread. The corridor stretched, a labyrinth of despair, A labyrinth that led to nowhere but nowhere. Whispers echoed, softly, from the unseen, A chorus of ghostly voices, so unclean. With trembling hand, the wanderer reached a door, Behind it lay the darkness, forevermore. With bated breath, the handle turned with care, Revealing horrors, beyond all one could bear. A room ensnared by time's malevolent grip, Its walls adorned with stains, a harrowing trip. Crimson splatters, a macabre work of art, Visions of suffering etched upon each part. A presence lurked, unseen, yet keenly felt, An entity that in this realm didst dwelt. Its icy fingers caressed the wanderer's spine, The veil between worlds growing thin, malign. In that room of dread, where spirits converge, The wanderer became a ghostly dirge. Forever trapped within that haunted space, A tormented soul, lost in eternal chase. And so, dear reader, heed this solemn plea, Beware the houses whispered in tragedy. For in the darkness, horrors lie in wait, To claim lost souls, sealing their damning fate. :: 07.16.2023 ::
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StatsAuthorE.P. RoblesSAN ANTONIO, TXAboutI write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..Writing
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